Rescues and Surprises
A BIG Thank You everyone who commented re my Mom’s death. This is a wonderful community. Someday I’ll be able to answer those lovely comments. Right now I don’t have the mental stability.
My brain has shutdown. Here’s hoping I wake up soon with a software upgrade that enables me to feel interested in anything.
Summary of what has happened recently: I came home from emptying my Mom’s apartment, sat down and have hardly moved.
Tom and I had a nice walk on Christmas Day. I made good food. We opened a few gifts and it was fine. We went Pa for a day with Tom’s 90 year old Dad, were he met his first great grandchild. It was fine. I enjoyed my time with Daughter, SIL & Grandkid.
I was sitting in my PJ’s Wednesday night when I got a call from a dear friend. I’d insisted that she should spend the holiday with her son in Minnesota, because her husband died this past March. “GO,” I said, “You can’t be in your home without him.” They’d been together since senior prom.
She was standing at the curb at BWI airport and her ride didn’t show. Her daughter had tested positive over the holiday, so she still in Minn waiting out her quarantine. Friend was living her worst nightmare. Would I come get her?
I knew, as I was jamming my feet into sneakers, that picking her up meant that I would not be able to spend NYE (or any time for the next 2 weeks) with Daughter and Grandson. They have to maintain strict covid protocols. I was putting myself at risk. It was hosing down rain.
When we got to her home, she had the wrong key. We had to bang on the neighbors door to get the spare. NIGHTMARE. I think God is an asshole. Um - like I said, I’m in generally pissed off these days when not lethargic.
BUT - my beloved Miss Peg and Gary when informed, decided that they would still come for dinner. SO last night, I made a delicious meal and we sat around and laughed for hours. It was the first time I felt normal for a long time.
Now is the time to mention the mouse. We have one. He’s smarter than me. He jumps over glue traps, ate the bait out of a snap trap without setting it off, does not eat any of the poison we’ve left around. He frolics on my kitchen counters, poops everywhere. It's GROSS.
We were sitting at the table laughing and suddenly Tom levitates ninja style, apparates into the kitchen and STABS the mouse (which was sitting on the stove top) with my favorite knife. It really brought the conversation to a halt.
For anyone who wants to comment Poor Mouse, stuff it. That bastard was sitting on my stovetop in a brightly lit room with people close. THE NERVE.
So Tom drops the corpse in a bit of aluminum foil and says “NOT IN MY KITCHEN.” We just sat in utter silence, eyes as big as frying pans. Off he went to the outside trash. We sat in tingly silence. Miss Peg slide the knife we had used to slice the cake over to me silently. It certainly changed the subject of conversation.
I have NEVER seen him move that fast.
My brain has shutdown. Here’s hoping I wake up soon with a software upgrade that enables me to feel interested in anything.
Summary of what has happened recently: I came home from emptying my Mom’s apartment, sat down and have hardly moved.
Tom and I had a nice walk on Christmas Day. I made good food. We opened a few gifts and it was fine. We went Pa for a day with Tom’s 90 year old Dad, were he met his first great grandchild. It was fine. I enjoyed my time with Daughter, SIL & Grandkid.
I was sitting in my PJ’s Wednesday night when I got a call from a dear friend. I’d insisted that she should spend the holiday with her son in Minnesota, because her husband died this past March. “GO,” I said, “You can’t be in your home without him.” They’d been together since senior prom.
She was standing at the curb at BWI airport and her ride didn’t show. Her daughter had tested positive over the holiday, so she still in Minn waiting out her quarantine. Friend was living her worst nightmare. Would I come get her?
I knew, as I was jamming my feet into sneakers, that picking her up meant that I would not be able to spend NYE (or any time for the next 2 weeks) with Daughter and Grandson. They have to maintain strict covid protocols. I was putting myself at risk. It was hosing down rain.
When we got to her home, she had the wrong key. We had to bang on the neighbors door to get the spare. NIGHTMARE. I think God is an asshole. Um - like I said, I’m in generally pissed off these days when not lethargic.
BUT - my beloved Miss Peg and Gary when informed, decided that they would still come for dinner. SO last night, I made a delicious meal and we sat around and laughed for hours. It was the first time I felt normal for a long time.
Now is the time to mention the mouse. We have one. He’s smarter than me. He jumps over glue traps, ate the bait out of a snap trap without setting it off, does not eat any of the poison we’ve left around. He frolics on my kitchen counters, poops everywhere. It's GROSS.
We were sitting at the table laughing and suddenly Tom levitates ninja style, apparates into the kitchen and STABS the mouse (which was sitting on the stove top) with my favorite knife. It really brought the conversation to a halt.
For anyone who wants to comment Poor Mouse, stuff it. That bastard was sitting on my stovetop in a brightly lit room with people close. THE NERVE.
So Tom drops the corpse in a bit of aluminum foil and says “NOT IN MY KITCHEN.” We just sat in utter silence, eyes as big as frying pans. Off he went to the outside trash. We sat in tingly silence. Miss Peg slide the knife we had used to slice the cake over to me silently. It certainly changed the subject of conversation.
I have NEVER seen him move that fast.